"Interesting choice of career change. You were a soldier, then?"
It is the last of the immediately available sandbags that Devin lashes together. Rutile stands at their full height to survey the work done, as well as how much they have left to do. "We ought to retrieve more sand bags," they murmur as they take the wheelbarrow, and begin to head in that direction.
It makes sense, this revelation that Devin too has a history of war. He is sturdier than many of the other peace-loving humans, who Rutile sometimes fears will shatter if they glance at them the wrong way. Seven decades is not long ago, either - or perhaps it is, by human metrics? How long do humans live, again?
"Rain and snow in a trench sounds terrible for humans," Rutile points out. "Even a gem would fare badly in those conditions, and the elements are not typically a concern for us."
They have a rueful grin when they say, "Though where I come from, it's clear, sunny days that are the most dangerous, so who's to say if any one thing is worse than another?"
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It is the last of the immediately available sandbags that Devin lashes together. Rutile stands at their full height to survey the work done, as well as how much they have left to do. "We ought to retrieve more sand bags," they murmur as they take the wheelbarrow, and begin to head in that direction.
It makes sense, this revelation that Devin too has a history of war. He is sturdier than many of the other peace-loving humans, who Rutile sometimes fears will shatter if they glance at them the wrong way. Seven decades is not long ago, either - or perhaps it is, by human metrics? How long do humans live, again?
"Rain and snow in a trench sounds terrible for humans," Rutile points out. "Even a gem would fare badly in those conditions, and the elements are not typically a concern for us."
They have a rueful grin when they say, "Though where I come from, it's clear, sunny days that are the most dangerous, so who's to say if any one thing is worse than another?"